Sindikat - Moja Dežela

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    CASIOp, Emulgator, Decko z vlecko, Delta Nu
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  • Yesterday was a very special day. The moon was almost full and it was time again to leave my birth cave in hope of finding enough food to feed my family. Because there is barely any wildlife left in our parts, I decided to head for the mountains. As I arrived to the entrance of a beautiful valley, I stopped in bewilderment in front a signpost that read: Sindikat - Moja dežela CASIOp Emulgator Decko z vlecko Delta Nu Gala Hala Metelkova mesto 12. September 2008 While I was trying to comprehend what this forgotten message was supposed to have meant, I felt a cold metal barrel press against the nape of my neck. »Who are you, and what are you doing here?« a raspy voice demanded. I was scared out of my mind because I'd never met any living person outside the cave until that very moment. »I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was still out here. We're running out of food. They say there are animals up in the mountains.« The old man swiveled me around and started laughing so hard as if he'd heard the funniest thing in his life. »Animals?!« he coughed with veins popping out of his red face, »Those two-headed freaks? They're not edible since they started feeding on all the junk food that was left in the cities. I'd sooner put you over a fire and eat you!« I started getting very worried. »Come!« he waved at me after coughing his lungs out »I've filled up a whole bag of buds, and I guess I can use them to whip up something to eat. I haven't had any company in a long time, and you sound like a funny bloke.« He took me to his cave. After I had thanked him accordingly for the warm, yet not very tasty meal, he rolled a cigarette from some linden tree leaves and lit it up. »You know, I wasn't always such a loner. I used to be a pretty famous painter. That sign you saw out there happens to be the last thing I painted, before everything changed.« He peered at me from beneath his eyebrows, »You probably have no idea, what I'm talking about. The tanks? The Declaration? Sindikat?« He noticed my blank expression. »Your parents must find it really embarrassing to talk about the old times.« »What times? What do you mean?« »Bah, you youngsters are completely lost. You really want to know? Then listen carefully!« And he revealed to me the incredible truth about our past. Read the rest of the story at http://www.sindikat.tv/post/sindikat-3-01/. - Vceraj je bil prav poseben dan. Kot ob vsakem mlaju, sem zapustil rodno jamo v upanju, da bom našel dovolj hrane za svojo družino. Ker je v naših krajih bore malo divjadi, sem se odpravil proti goram. Ko sem prišel do vhoda v prelepo dolino, sem zacuden obstal pred tablo z napisom, ki pravi: Sindikat - Moja dežela CASIOp Emulgator Decko z vlecko Delta Nu Gala Hala Metelkova Mesto 12. September 2008 Medtem ko sem poskušal doumeti, kaj naj bi to pozabljeno obvestilo pomenilo, sem na zatilju nenadoma zacutil hladno kovinsko cev. »Kdo si in kaj pocneš tukaj?« me je nagovoril hripav glas. Ustrašil sem se, kot še nikoli, saj zunaj še nikoli nisem srecal drugega cloveka. »Oprostite, nisem vedel, da je še kdo tukaj. Primanjkuje nam hrane. Pravijo, da so v gorah živali.« Starec me je obrnil proti sebi in se zacel krohotati, kot da je slišal najbolj smešno šalo v svojem življenju. »Živali?!« je zakašljal ves zaripel v obraz. »Tiste dvoglave spake? Te niso užitne, že odkar so se zacele hraniti s hitro hrano, ki je ostala v mestih. Prej bi tebe spekel in pojedel!« Zdaj me je zacelo že resno skrbeti. »Pridi!« mi je pomahal, potem ko se je pošteno odkašljal. »Nabral sem polno vreco poganjkov, verjetno se bo dalo kaj skuhati. Že dolgo nimam nobene družbe, ti pa si prav hecen poba.« Popeljal me je v svojo jamo. Potem ko sem se mu primerno zahvalil za topel, cetudi ne ravno slasten obrok, si je prižgal zvitek iz suhega lipovega listja. »Veš, nisem bil vedno tak samotar. Vcasih sem bil precej znan slikar. Tisti napis tam zunaj je sicer zadnja stvar, ki sem jo naslikal, preden se je vse spremenilo.« Pogledal me je izpod obrvi, »Verjetno se ti niti ne sanja, o cem govorim. Oklepniki? Razglasitev? Sindikat?« Opazil je moj prazen pogled. »Vašim staršem je ocitno precej nerodno govoriti o starih casih.« »Na katere case mislite?« »Ah, vi mladi ste popolnoma izgubljeni. Te res zanima? Potem dobro napni ušesa!« In razkril mi je neverjetno zgodbo o naši preteklosti. Nadaljevanje preberite na http://www.sindikat.tv/post/sindikat-3-01/.
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